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Homecoming

There I stood

In front of a mirror,

Alone;

But smiling.

It was familiar;

The surrounding, the noise.

But something was missing.

What was it?

Was it me?

I guess.

It couldn’t be you after all.

Not after I buried you,

Along with the memories we had.

And arising

From the ashes

Of our love,

This is what I call ‘Homecoming’.

~ © Dhara

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Written by Dhara

I'm a Chartered Accountancy student and work as a Portfolio Investment Manager. Besides numbers, I also like playing with words and often find myself returning to the soulfulness of my guitar tunes and the magical world of words! 🎸✍️❤

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